Uncovering the Old

[Verse 1]

Turn it down, start it over

Alone is such an ugly game

Pay it back, pay it forward

Nothing means nothing to me

So they went down to the station

They were looking for a ride

They were running outta ink

They were running outta time, yeah

And with the color of the whistle

With the sounding of the smoke

I repeat it in a picture

I repeat it in a joke, yeah yeah

Loud clothes

Quiet earrings

Black nights

White shadows

A bone and a key

Old flames

Dead widows

Someone

Has been done to me

So, they believe that their conductor

Is the leader of the pack

Killing time and too conductive

They were never looking back, yeah

And the table had to chase it

And the time hollered back

And the thanks that cut the cable

And they're running out of tracks, yeah yeah

So they kissed the farmer's daughters

With their pockets full of gold

And they draw the shades of markets

On the corner of the window

[Outro]

And the kid under the kitchen

And unmarked grave

They're uncovering the old